We?

If we are connected,

Then why am I so alone?

I have a pulse don't I?

Then why do I feel so dead.

In this world of me and reality there is no room for we.

Dark, as the circles underneath my eyes, my thoughts,

they taint my very existence.

Lawyer, Doctor, Surgeon? Sorry mom,

With this poem I let you down once again.

I did not care for you enough to end that which is me,

And I don't care enough for you now to keep living for you.

But for now there is only me; alone, dead, but free.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

words.like.fireflies

'Sorry mom/With this poem I let you down once again' That line actually had me crying. Beautiful and sad and relatable.

FreedomAngst

Thank you, I appreciate it.

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